White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

the clerk had printed for us.

“She is going to use you to save her clinic,” Clara said, her voice completely flat.

“Well, now, Gary would not let her do that,” I said, though my hand was shaking as I unlocked the car door. “He knows my pension is all I have.”

“Gary is blinded by her,” Clara said. “Or he is terrified of what happens if she fails.”

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